Mitz smiles a little at Mouse's sarcasm, but he doesn't engage in it. Technically, he is a fangbanger. "Fur staying on. Besides, it's more about, y'know," he grunts and flexes weakly. "For us. Looking all scary."

(Okaaaaaay SLEEP GOOD THE FREO have all these loves I cannot hold them ♥♥♥)

Mitz ducks his head and grumbles fondly. "Yeah, yeah. Super terrifying. I know," he grins, even though he knows of no other Ulfric who would let himself be touched like this by anyone other than - well, their lupa. So he guesses it's okay, really, in the long run.

Mitz groans and winces. "Augh, I hate my mother sometimes, I really do," he says, pained. "I suppose she said something about it being a relieving action, and used a nice big word for 'no pants'. Then blamed something on Freud." He rolls his eyes.

Their appetizers come then, and Mouse has to reluctantly let go of Mitz's hand, or there'll be no room at all on the table. She gives him a reassuring smile as she sorts out her plate and figures out what all the dishes are.

Mitz keeps himself busy by taking a drink of water, but can't keep his eyes off Mouse's face while she checks out everything that they brought out to them. He knew it was a good idea to pick this place.

Mouse eventually takes a bit from all three plates - glancing up at Mitz before she takes food from his - and then pushes everything else towards him. Under the table, she nudges his foot with hers, and leaves it there. It's probably stupid of her, being this needy, but she seems to have permission to touch him today, and she misses that.

Mitz takes a huge forkful of what he ordered from himself, and smaller ones from Mouse's. "Good, right?" he says between munching. He may or may not have every tiny meal in his mouth right now, not really bothering to wait to try things separately. He twists his ankle with Mouse's, smiling at her brightly. He loves this.

Mouse blushes a little, and shakes her head. "Mitz, you're getting married. I'm gonna be pretty boring after that." She tries to smile a little bit, make it into a joke, but it probably looks very forced.

Mouse waves her hands vaguely. It'd seemed sensible in her head, anyway. "I don't know. I thought the whole point of doing it was so you two could show how... devoted you are. To each other. Which is great, I mean, you absolutely should do that and all, but there's not a lot of room for dating someone else in there."

"Oh my god, no. I want this... more than anything in the world," Mouse forces out. "The last couplea months have been the best ones I've had since, I don't know, forever. But I thought you guys..." She doesn't want to say that she figured they wouldn't want her anymore. Sounds too stupid and insecure, saying it out loud. She studies the pool of sauce on her plate instead of meeting Mitz's eyes.

"Good. Okay. Well, uh," Mitz reaches over to tip Mouse's chin up so she looks at him. "The wedding and stuff - we're busy, you know? Got a lot of stuff to plan out, people to move and please and stuff. So we're kind of not great at socialising with anyone right now. So I'm really sorry we made you feel like we didn't want you in our lives."

Mitz ducks his head again, this time apologetically. "Man. I really was, huh? Sorry about that. But I don't think it's like that. I think it's just - we're always there for the other person, y'know? So one of us always has to be together and stuff so the other can break down once in a while. Gotta wonder about how Snooze deals with it," he laughs nervously.

(Is okay! Though I am going to do my hair in a little while. And maybe write a western. It's entirely possible, I mean.)

Mouse decides she's had about enough of moping then, and returns to her food. She does feel a lot better now. At least that's out in the open. She doesn't know what Snooze will think, and can't until he wakes up - but at least Mitz still wants her. It's not surprising at all how much of a relief that is.

Mitz pauses for a split second, worried, then goes back to shovelling (with a tiny amount of grace; I'm sure Snooze has taught him table manners by now). If Mouse says she's okay then she's okay for now.

(And Mitz curled into a ball and then promptly turned into a puddle of angst and ridiculousness. The tit.)

Mouse is glad she ordered the extra food. Everything's excellent, and it's giving her something to do with herself while she thinks. She does, though, edge her foot back over so that her leg is resting against Mitz's again.

Mitz nods, cutting up his steak. "Yeah, it's mostly taken care of. Now we just have to worry about the politics. Not that it's that much of a worry, but a marked werewolf and his master vampire going off to someone else's territory could mean a lot of things. And could be disguised as a hell of a lot, wedding included. So we're not that pushed on waiting. The more we pester 'em, the more jumpy they'll get. But it's all good."

(Righto! I maaaay be in the shower by then, but I should return eventually~)

"Chantel said it wouldn't be too big of a deal, it's just you guys' power levels that are slowing down the process. You had to go and be awesome at everybody," Mouse says. Then she takes a bite of her tuna and practically moans. "Mitz. This place. It's amazing."